Home Ward Brantford, Ontario

2017 was a year of re-seeing, re-visiting, back tracking and of course photographing. And so. A train took me past Pickering and Richmond Hill as I made my way up to Owen Sound. According to the ticket agent she said I was going to Lala Land! Well I would have it no other way. A great visit with my friends Eric and Karen and of course (Sage and Abby).  A perfect day was had … lazy paddling in a canoe in the Sound … watching the clouds … taking the time to talk to a good friend … perfect …. perfect I tell you! And so you don’t need any pictures of perfect! You do? Well wait! I am not ready to show you perfect. So this journey will be begin en route to Brantford.

And so the journey to see my aunt and family in Brantford, Ontario. A city I remember from my youth and teenager when my parents would drive down on holidays. Having an older cousins always meant early introductions, and different, “advanced” perspectives on life. Standing in front of my aunts house I could see how we once milled about. The ghosts were still there. My memories. I could still see where my father ran a race with his nephew down the street in front of mt aunts house. I relived scenes I captured so long ago … It was a magical house where our family gathered and celebrated and mourned.

 This re-encounter took me to the streets, around the buildings, by the tracks and by strange people. I walked about, and spoke to a few souls. This is a tough town. Trust no one. The town cops are corrupt. Evil is every where … I walked and walked some more … photographing buildings, and forms of interest … and it so happened I saw something. It caught my eye. And so I began snapping away. Click Click Click … another position and more clicks … and then I look up and noticed two Police Officers standing by their Black and White Patrol car. They were staring at me. Ok so I’m not in Montreal, and to some this may seem strange! So I walked over and say Good Afternoon. Blank Expression. Visiting my aunt for a couple of days. Walking about. Photographing what I remember. Memory lane. Oh came a smile. Would you guys pose for a portrait? No? I didn’t think so. Ok You take care and enjoy the day … and I walked off to take more pictures, all the while thinking “taking pictures of what I remember? Memory lane? what Kind of youth did I have in the city? About 15 minutes later they drove by while I was photographing. We waved to one another like old friends!

All that to say one really gets a feel and vibe while on the street … different places, different people, and different inter relationship with their environment … now add our filters … mine stained with the memory of a foreign adolescent … and now a foreign adult passing through … and some of the most interesting moments were not captured live on so here are some fragmented moments of this short trip into Ontario … Enjoy

Ocean Destiny

I called this post ocean destiny after the ship in the harbor in one of the pictures. It was an ocean dream that first brought me to these shores of BC. Coming from Pusan, South Korea and returning to Canada this new shore soon became home. Eventually, the current brought me back to Montreal, from which it all began. I have been feeling the need to reconnect with the people that made my stay special and places that were so much a part of who I was. The experience was intense and confined to 7 days. I had packed my photo gear, few clothes and made a plan to do a quick tour with an excursion planed for one of my many happy places … Jericho beach! … And while walking the shore line …  this is where I happened to see Ocean Destiny … these are a collection of pictures taken throughout my short visit.

Portraits of senior nuns at Maison Jesus Marie

Welcome to the bigger picture from the Maison Jesus Marie. These are the pictures that I took while working on my Dawson Portfolio, which was limited to 11 images. Some are studio shots set up on location and others are the sisters in their residence, including some of the people who are part of this community. I have included this years Christmas Recital in this post. These are some very special ladies, all of whom have dedicated their lives to the service and education of others. We need to celebrate their gifts and recognize their contribution to our communities making sure things were done properly. During this assignment I had cause to reflect how they managed the hospitals and the cared for the sick, an environment I know all too well. These days we see how mismanaged these institutions are, a very unfortunate circumstance. How I would love to replace some of the managers I see with these good Sisters of Mercy! At one time these sisters were in the 1000’s and now only a few 100 remain and with each passing month another returns home to God.

 

Live Like Water Tea Room, Vancouver

There was a time when I had my tea shop in Vancouver, BC. I was in Chinatown. It was an interesting time in my life. The shop, somewhat off the beaten track drew in all kinds of characters. Most days I would be sitting in my shop writing on my collection of typewriters. I would be writing the stories of my experiences. I will write more in time, but for now I will post these pictures.

Mother and Daughter

While entertain a friend in Montreal’s Old port I ran into one of my favorite models Thamarr, and her daughter. It was her birthday and she put on a pretty dress for the occasion and invited her friend to spend the day with them. For me it was the perfect occasion to photograph the two of them together on such a beautiful day.